Rough Marriage.

When my mother told me “in your age I have done more than you” or “when I was your age I would clean, cook and way more” I would always roll my eyes and be like “I’m not from the Dinosaur age, Mom!” And laugh about it. That is until she told me about her terrible, inhumane experience while she was married.

Let me start off by saying that I am an only child, and my mom thankfully rescued me from my biological dad. It’s not the “my dad went to get milk and never came back” type of situation, lol!

So my mom got married in an early age and also got pregnant at 19! She didn’t chose the man, but rather my family did it for her like many cultures do. Then there’s the tradition to move in with you husband and his mom. Which was terrible. His mom took advantage of my mom. She would make her clean while she was pregnant. They were somewhat rich and had a huge house and she forced my mom to clean every inch of it. She had no empathy. Didn’t feel bad that a 7 month pregnant women cleaned, cooked for her family and her guests. My mom couldn’t even take a break or even feed me. When she asked if she could breastfeed her child. His mother said no because then that would mean she would be “resting” God! That woman is awful. And the worst part of all was the fact that that man who calls himself a “father” and a “husband” didn’t protect her, but rather he embraced it. He was spoiled. And uneducated. Something that I didn’t inherit, thank god. So sometimes when I clean my room, or wash the dishes I remember what my mom went through and what I’m doing is nothing compared.

A benefit to having a young mother and being the only child with no father is that our connected, and our bond is severely strong. She is like my best friend, my lawyer, my therapist and most of all my mother. Age does have something to do with your relationship, I feel so because you have more things in common. And they always mistake me for her sister!

Now let’s get back. It is extremely painful for me to even write this. But not only was there verbal abuse and labor, but also my so called “father” physically abused my mom. He once hit her so hard she flew across the room, while pregnant, and lost conscious. You might be asking yourself, well why didn’t she tell someone? Actually she did. She told her mother, my grandmother. But at that time my grandfather had cancer. And she hid the bruises every time she went to see him because she knew that if he was to find out he would destroy each and everyone of them. So she didn’t want to worry him and kept it a secret. He died after I was born, he was hanging on to just meet me.

One thing about my mom she won’t let her sled get hurt but even if she did, she won’t hesitate to do anything in the world to protect me. After I was born she immediately took action and got a lawyer. To get his parental right revoked. Which she did successfully and I am so proud and grateful. But of course it didn’t happen so smoothly. Since he has money and connections. One day he and his group of friends came up to threaten my mom into saying if you give up your rights then we won’t hurt you. The next day he showed up to her apartment. But little did he know right after he knocked my smart mother hid her phone behind a plant, and recorded him. Showing it in court made her win! Thank her and the god!

That’s why always be grateful to your parents you don’t know what they went through. <3